You told me that you were at war,
Not only with the world,
And the countries that fought,
Unendingly.
But at war with the recesses,
Of your own cracking mind.
YOU ARE READING
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PoesíaLetters to my soldier boy who's off fighting for me and our beautiful country.
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You told me that you were at war,
Not only with the world,
And the countries that fought,
Unendingly.
But at war with the recesses,
Of your own cracking mind.
